Another, More Brief, Set of 'Words'

Calm down. I'm not going to kill anyone. I'm not going to kill myself. I'm not going to do anything that will disturb my or anyone else's lives. I felt like I need to clarify that. Obviously what I wrote is to be taken very seriously, but the extent to how serious it all is can only truly be known my me. Me, believe it or not, is a person who deep down, I rather enjoy. The person who I am is quite lovely and honest in my opinion. Well. Personally honest. Socially, I lie to everyone. All the time. It's quite sad and entertaining. Before I begin another seemingly melodramatic rant I'll cut to the chase. Cut. Ha! Segue. Clever, inadvertent wordplay. Yesterday when I said repeatedly that I 'just' myself, I meant that I cut myself. Silly mistake. To clarify yet again: Last year around this time I CUT myself several times. Purely from a place of curiosity, may I remind you. Now, I did it again last night and I might do it again once I'm finished writing. It's very interesting. Cutting myself for reasons that seem to me to be asymptomatic is oddly liberating. I'll leave you with a final, likely obvious observation, especially considering the current whereabouts of this writing: People seem to be much too preoccupied with their own shit to care too much about anyone else's. That applies directly to two sets of people: Me, and most of the people that I've encountered, including someone I love dearly and is a great friend to me. To the person reading this who thinks that it is them, it is not. I know you and care about you far too much to place you in that category. We're all selfish to an extent though, and I feel that is important to recognize. Buona sera.